Thank you all for your continued support of this story, despite the most random update schedule ever!

I've had a lot going on, personally, that has kind of taken my muse and gone "haha no". I just haven't had the emotional wherewithal to continue writing when I'm barely getting through the day.

Please note - this story will contain an M/M relationship, in flashbacks and in future chapters. There will not be any M/M smut, not that I have any issue with it, but because I can't write it.
That relationship will only be highlighted within the next 2-3 chapters to continue telling the history of the relationship to explain how we are where we are now.

The main relationship in this story will be Draco/Hermione, but there's SO MUCH more to the story than that romance, so I hope you stick with it!

Enjoy! :)


Plan: a detailed proposal for doing or achieving something.

Tonks left the room quickly, heading to the foyer to start floo calling the Order members that Remus had requested.

When he was alone in the room with Andromeda, he let his head drop heavily into his hands. It was clear he was feeling a great amount of despair given his circumstances, and Andromeda wasn't sure how to approach the man.

"Remus," she said, a gentle voice soothing his frayed nerves.

Remus sighed heavily, before beginning to explain. "I'll tell you everything once everyone arrives, Andromeda, but we will have to swear them to secrecy. This is... well it will be hard for people to believe. It's hard for me to believe and it happened to me!"

When he heard the floo chime in the adjacent room, he spared one more glance to the woman who had been another Mother to him.

"And you should know," he told her, "I won't go back to the Order."


The requested Order members had gathered in the cottage within the hour, and Remus sat quietly at the head of the table in the dining room, the others gathered around the table, sipping tea, and waiting for him to begin.

"Thank you for coming." Remus began, unsure of where to start, "You've all been filled in on the situation regarding myself and Hermione."

The gathered crowd nodded solemnly.

"Tonight, Andromeda cast a Black family spell that returned all memories to me that had been stolen from me. It's... a lot. It's a lot of memories. Now that I have them..." he trailed off.

Andromeda reached across the table and squeezed his hand, "Why don't you start at the beginning?"


June 1979
Grimmauld Place

Regulus and Remus had curled up in bed and fallen asleep quickly, after a day filled with laughter, shopping for their child, and setting up a nursery across the hall from the room they were currently sequestered in.

Remus couldn't remember a time when he'd felt as happy as he did now. He'd been with Regulus for nearly two years. Remus graduated from Hogwarts in 1978, and Regulus had left Hogwarts at the same, taking his NEWTS at the MInistry instead of returning to the school. He'd taken up the Lordship of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black and was apprenticing for a wards mastery. Remus was working in a bookshop on Diagon Alley, but mostly spent time with the man he'd fallen in love with, and preparing for the birth of their first child.

This pregnancy was something the couple had dreamt about, with Regulus wanting to continue his family line, and Remus just wanting a true family to cherish. They'd visited many healers, and learned about an option to temporarily transfigure Remus' body to allow for conception and gestation. He found that he loved being pregnant.

The two were torn from the comfort of their slumber when the wards to the home began blaring loudly. Regulus shot out of bed, grasping his wand tightly.

The door to the room blasted open, and Regulus jumped in front of Remus. Both were shocked when Albus Dumbledore walked through.

"What are you doing here?" Regulus demanded, his wand pointed at the old man's chest.

Dumbledore flicked his wand lazily, and Sirius stumbled into the room.

Remus gasped loudly, understanding quickly the struggle his best mate was undergoing.

"The Imperius" he whispered, agony threading in his voice. "He's trying to fight it."

Regulus was raging. His brother had always had a hard time combating the dark curse. Their father favored it as a method of punishment, and Sirius was punished often.

Dumbledore let out a maniacal laugh when he realized the wizards had recognized Sirius' struggle.

"Yes, I couldn't get through the wards without a Black. I asked him nicely, but he refused. Imagine." the old wizard was crazed.

"I had no choice, you see. I need to destroy an artifact, one I've located, and I can't have Voldemort realizing it was me, so what better way to manage it than to simply have one of his own do my dirty work."

Regulus was confused, although it was clear that Dumbledore was talking about him. "What do you want from me?" he asked.

"I need you to die, simply. To drink a poison that will make you relieve every horrible moment of your life. Your drinking it will allow me to steal the artifact, and leave a fake in its place. One that will point to you as a betrayer of your Master." Dumbledore responded blandly.

"I won't do it." Regulus was shaking, anger racing through his veins. "You can't."

"Oh but I can," Dumbledore drawled, "Imperius".

A bright flash lit the room, and Regulus stumbled to his knees. Remus leaped into action, but was a moment too late, as Dumbledore had grabbed both young men and apparated away.


Remus was crying openly as he told his story. The gathered witches and wizards were silent, a mix of confusion, shock, and anger taking hold within them.

"He came back several hours later," Remus said quietly. "I tried to leave the house, to get help, but he must've cast something that kept me from flooing, apparating, owling... anything."

"When he came back, I didn't know what to do... I was seven months pregnant, scared. Regulus wasn't with him when he returned." Remus continued, "I screamed myself hoarse, trying to figure out what was going on. He never told me what happened. He never told me where he took Reggie, or where Sirius was."

Remus choked back a sob, and Tonks left her chair to kneel on the floor beside him.

"It's okay, Rem." she whispered, "We can stop now."

"No." Remus growled, "You need to know. I need to say it."

Tonks grasped his free hand, as his other was still tangled with Andromeda's. He was gripping the women tightly as if he could draw strength through the touch of their fingertips.

"He took me to Hogwarts." Remus' voice trembled as he spoke. "I was so confused, so scared. I can't be imperiused. Because of Moony, but I couldn't risk fighting back, not with the baby, so I went along, just hoping to live long enough to somehow escape. When we got to the school, he took me to the infirmary. Pomfrey was there, she was imperiused too. I was in such shock. She'd been so important to me, I knew whatever was happening she'd never have gone along with it willingly."

He drew in a breath, steadying himself. "But there were others, who weren't under his power. They were there willingly." he continued in a rasp, "And that fucking monster had Poppy take my baby right there. It was too early, I knew. There was such a risk. But she came out screaming and crying and I didn't even get to see her before Dumbledore whisked her and Poppy away. I was given a dreamless sleep potion, too weak to fight."

Gasps were heard around the room, the tension in the air was palpable.

"When I awoke, he was sitting there, by my bed, with this smirk on his face. He told me my daughter was born. That she would live. That she was healthy but small. I thought... I thought he'd give her to me. He asked me what I wanted to name her, and I said, Hermione. The daughter of Helen. It was Reggie's favorite Greek legend. As soon as I answered he whipped out his wand... He stole all my memories. The memories of Reggie, of our relationship. The memories of Sirius and what had happened that night. And the memories of Hermione. When I woke he sent me to the wolves. Literally. I never even realized..."

He had trailed off, and more than one person in the room was crying.

It was Moody who spoke first.

"Who else was there, Lupin. We can't do anything about Dumbledore, not now, with him gone, but if Order members were aware..."

Remus scoffed, an angry sound erupting from him. "Oh, the Order knew. And more than one of them. They knew." He raised his glance from the table to look at Moody. "Molly Weasley, Caradoc Dearborn, Fabian Prewett, and..." his voice trailed off.

"And who? Who else?" a small voice said, and the room turned to look at the girl perched in the doorframe between the dining room and the kitchen. No one had noticed her arrived, and Remus wondered how long she'd been there.

She stepped fully into the room, her magic was crackling around her as rage rose within her. Sparks were cascading in her hair. Remus was almost afraid of her, but he remembered Regulus' hair doing something similar, in moments of anger or passion.

He struggled then, not wanting to believe the person sitting in that room would be willing to hurt him in such a way. Someone he loved.

"The other person... it was Lily. Lily Potter."